Marriage: family fun on the ferry

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The alarm is set for 4.10am precisely (my husband insisted — I would have gone
for 5am). By 4.30am we are piled into the car and enduring the five-hour
drive to the ferry at Fishguard. Later my husband tells me that people in
other cars are pointing and laughing. He thinks it’s because we are both
wearing identical straw cowboy hats that he bought for the holiday. I am
tired and fraught, and the whole idea of “holiday hats” makes me laugh until
I am crying with mirth.

After this merriment, we decline rapidly and the children start demanding to
know